Chapter 879 Gray Like Me

• Posey
• It’s how I’d design a house, for sure. I curl my fingers into a fist on the bathroom counter and slowly look up at my reflection.
• I barely recognize myself. I’ve lost weight unintentionally, and it shows in my face. My cheekbones are more pronounced, my lips slightly too full, and my eyes wan and lined with shadows. My hair definitely lost its luster after months spent inside in the depths of the royal library in Moonrise. Even more so in the ancient temple in Old Moonrise, since Prince Blake destroyed the other one, and it’s currently being rebuilt using his own wealth, apparently. I wasn’t much for the rumors and gossip among the priestesses and those in training, like me. Most of my time was spent studying what I hoped would be my specialty–the occult. Things beyond the veil of magic that spices our lands. Ghosts, paranormal activity, theories and lore that span thousands of years.